Monday, November 30, 2015

In this book we meet Sawyer Reed and Gretchen Cole. Sawyer is the man most women will either sleep with or slap them silly. He has this idea about woman and how all of them will fall at his feet and worship him. Either that or fall on their backs and beg for him.. When Sawyer gets to college he believes he will have the ultimate guy fantasy which is kinda like girls gone wild. Then reality hits them and they realize that not every woman will fall for them. Sawyer doesn't have the problem of many woman telling him no, that is until he meets Gretchen. Gretchen makes him work for it and that is not something he has ever done before so what does he do messes things up time and again.

Gretchen knows she is keeping a secret from Sawyer but the more time she spends with him the less she wants to tell him and loose him. She heard the rumors about him, she has seen him play on the field, she just ins't sure he should be the one to capture her. However like many, many girls before her she finds something in him that she just can't resist. Sure they are going to have their ups and downs she knows this because as longs as she keeps him at arms length there is the chance that she can walk away one day unscathed.

This book is amazing. It is about love, loss and fighting for love in many different forms, as well as forgiveness that you never knew you needed or thought to ask for. This book will have you going back time and again to read it just to pick up some of the things that will rock you that you missed the first time. I would highly recommend this book it is an absolute must read, and needs to be on everyone's list.

Friday, November 27, 2015

I am a huge fan of this series and this book is no different. In this book we have all of the random acts crew back for Christmas eve. In this book we have a game of truth or dare that went ballistic. When this book opens Darla is in jail and Joe's mom has to come and bail her out because she has not been able to get a hold of either Joe or Trevor. In this book Darla learns something while looking for the boys with Joe's mom that hurts her again. Darla is beginning to believe that what started out as a good Christmas has become the holiday from hell.

Joe and Trevor have gone off the grid so when they get the messages from Darla they know there will be trouble. What started out as a simple game now have the boys wondering if they will still have a girlfriend at the end of the night. Not only that Sam, Liam, Joe, and Trevor have all gone out for sushi and the sushi Sam and Liam chose made them sick to their stomach so it has killed some of their plans.

In this book we find love, acceptance, and learning what the season is all about. In this book each of the characters not only learns something about meaning of Christmas but what it means in relation to how they have spent it in the past. There is so much I want to say about this book but as a reader, I want you to have the joy of experiencing this book on your own. I will tell you that in more than one part they will have you rolling on the floor laughing. This book is amazing and another wonderful hit in this series. I would recommend everyone to have it in their must read list

Her
resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through. And
I ALWAYS win.

Nothing,
not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep
me from my end game.

And
my end game is Gretchen Cole.

But
I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a
quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.

Excerpt

Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face.
“You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste
sweet, too.”

I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace
covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I
could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked
it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never
imagined and the throbbing intensified.

“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at
his finger.

I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he
dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking
my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed
over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my
boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to
himself.

This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it
even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few
weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped
his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I
only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.

“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with
a thump. “Ah, God.”

I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if
I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my
sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch
and begging with my moans for him to keep going.

My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting
my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and
sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.

“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t
…”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to
work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me
up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move
over me.

Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in
and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was
done.

Tabatha Vargo is a New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case
of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl
who loves historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty.
She's the mother of a 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince
Charming.

When
she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her
family and friends, or reading.

Juliette Portland had all of those things. Her purpose was
simple: Seduce. Deceive. Kill. Avenge. Once Dornan Ross and his sons were dead,
her future was supposed to be clear. Her life was finally going to begin. And love... Against all the odds, she had the
love of a boy she never thought she'd see again.

Everything should have gone according to plan. Everything should
have been easy once Dornan was dead and buried.

Of course, life has a way of fucking with even the most
meticulous of plans, and calling in owed debts can have the most severe
consequences. Thanks to Juliette's diabolical retribution, the Il Sangue Cartel
has lost it’s Kingpin, but not for long. There’s always someone in the wings,
ready to step onstage and seize power. The Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club might
be reeling from the deaths of their President and his six patch-wearing sons,
but they’ve come back swinging.

Two deadly enemies, hundreds of bloodthirsty members, both sides
eager to punish those that would try to topple them.

Two survivors, a man and a woman, forced to flee in the night.

For Juliette, vengeance is a hollow victory.

It never, ever ends.

The flames of incomplete vengeance are licking at her heels, and
it’s only a matter of time before the Il Sangue cartel and the Gypsy Brothers
catch her in their grip and crush her.

This trailer was shot on
location in Venice Beach by Red14 Films, exclusively for Lili!

**Please choose as many (or as few) excerpts as you
prefer**

EXCERPT
ONE

I think about revenge a lot. When
I’m thinking of the way the light dimmed in Dornan’s dying eyes and the way he
said you killed my sons. How
beautiful it was, and how hollow.

EXCERPT
TWO

I don’t even stop to see what kind of furniture the room
consists of. I throw Juliette on the floor and pounce on her like I’m a lion
and she’s my catch.

My dick’s inside her within three
seconds of the door closing, even though its dark in here, the only light from
a couple of candles throwing off weak light. It could be the middle of the day
and I wouldn’t have a clue, because all I can see is Juliette Portland
underneath me, her legs spread and her pussy full of me. I put my hands around
her neck. I want to squeeze. I want to choke her so fucking badly. Goddamn it! I stop grinding my cock into
her. I just stop.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper in the dark. “Julz,
the things I used to do in this place—I used to hurt people and get off on it.
I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

She reaches up and grabs hold of my face; I can just make
out her eyes, her pupils almost swallowing any trace of green.

“Jase,” she breathes, “What if I want you to hurt me?”

EXCERPT
THREE

“When you blank out. When you go away. You’re with him,
aren’t you?”

I take a step back. I feel like I’ve been punched. I don’t
respond. I don’t even say, who do you
mean, because we both know who we’re talking about here.

“Hey,” Jase snaps. “I want you to answer me.”

I can’t breathe. It’s like Dornan’s in the room. I feel his
warm breath on my neck, the way he always tasted the same in my mouth. Like
salt and cigarettes.

“Answer me,” Jase growls.

I break. “What?” I hiss. “What do you want from me? Do you
want me to lie? I was supposed to kill him, and that was meant to be the end of
it.”

Jase looks like he’s about to hit another wall. Or me.

“He’s dead,” he spits, “He’s dead, but you’re the one who’s gone. I need you to come back. I need you to
come back to me.”

“I don’t know how!” I yell.

“You’re not trying!” he explodes. “You just sit here, in
your dark little universe, thinking about him! Did you think about him while I
was fucking you last night? Huh?”

EXCERPT
FOUR

They say the apple never falls far from the tree, and I’d
say this apple never fucking fell, period.
I’m the shiny apple that might’ve looked the best on the surface—different to
the rest of them, full of promise that there was another way—but they broke me.
They made me worse than any of them could ever be.

I hurt people. I hurt women.

I killed people.

And that’s not even the worst of it.

The first man I ever killed was John Portland, and I cried
as I pulled the trigger. Yeah, I was a stupid kid and he begged me to do it,
and yeah, it was a mercy killing, but it doesn’t matter. Point is, his life was
the first one I took—I killed Juliette’s
father, for Christ’s sake—and after I ended his life with a single bullet,
delivered in the dark in a dirty basement, I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

The last person I killed was Donny, my last surviving
brother, and that was eight months ago. I ripped his fucking eyeball out before
I butchered him, and the one single thing that stopped me from dismembering him
was knowing that Juliette was watching me. Her screams broke through my haze of
red, as I took Donny’s own knife and sunk it into his flesh, again and again,
so deep it hit bone more than once. I severed the tendons that made his arms
work, so he was putty underneath me. I straddled my own brother and thrust upon
him the vengeful punishment that they all deserved. For Julz. For my mother.
For everything.

I killed him, and I haven’t killed since.

I’m hungry. My palms are itching. It’s torture.

I don’t know how long I’m going to last before I have to
draw blood again.

About the Author:

Lili
writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven
Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be
released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and
so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her
gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and
spending hours on Pinterest.

Meet Kayden in Book one
in the CARELESS WHISPERS series. This is a standalone spin-off of the INSIDE
OUT series (soon to be a TV show) that follows Ella Ferguson, Sara McMillan's best friend. #SayYesToKayden

From New York Times bestselling author
Lisa Renee Jones, the first book in the CARELESS WHISPERS series.

Please note: This is the standalone spinoff of the INSIDE
OUT series. New readers can enjoy this without reading INSIDE OUT but those who
love INSIDE OUT will FINALLY find out what happened to Ella!

Ella Ferguson awakes alone in Italy,
unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has claimed her as his own. He's tall,
dark, and sexy, with money and power, the kind of man who makes a girl want to
be possessed. And he does possess her, whispering wicked wonderful promises to
her, stealing her trust and her heart. Soon though, the past finds her, yanking
her from a cocoon of passion and safety. Everything is not how it seems. The
truth will shatter her world, but it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy
her first.

Excerpt

I
couldn’t sleep. I meant to go to the kitchen and then I ended up here because I
wanted . . .” His reaction cuts like his anger. “Just never mind.” I try to
move around him but his hands press to the wall beside me, caging me, and now
I’m angry. “Are we doing this again? Don’t bully me. My stupid flashbacks are
doing a fine job of that on their own. I said I’m sorry. Just let me go back to
my room.”

“You wanted what?”

“I wanted you to do what you swore
you could,” I blurt, having nothing to lose when everything is already gone.

“Only I don’t want you to fuck me
until I can’t remember my name. I want you to fuck me until I stop thinking
about that man and the gun. Because you were right. Memories are the enemies
that never die. But I know you don’t want—”

His hand slides under my hair and he
drags me to him, my hand flattening on the hard wall of his chest. “I do want. So fucking bad it’s killing me.”

My palm is directly over his heart,
and I can feel it racing, the air around us crackling with barely contained
passion. “I don’t need a hero to save my virtue tonight. I need you. So please. Fuck me and then fuck
with my head so no one else can. Let me choose my own sins.”

He is stone, unmoving, his body
steel, his expression unreadable, the sexual tension crackling between us. “You
want sin, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll give you sin.” His mouth closes down on
mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, wicked with demand, and I can taste his
hunger, his need. A deep, aching need I want to fill.

Excerpt #2 (previously
posted)

(Steamy)

His hand
slides to my back and he leans me toward the table, forcing me to catch myself
on my elbows. He holds me there, his body cradling mine, his lips a breath from
a touch. “I won’t let you fall.”

“I know,”
I say, and I do now. Beyond time and reason, I trust this man.

His mouth
brushes mine and then trails down my jaw, slowly teasing a path to my ear,
where he whispers, “I’m not going to claim to own you the way he did.” He
flattens his hands on my belly, possessiveness in the touch. “I’m just going to
make you wish I did.”

My lips
part with the erotic promise, and he is already kissing me, licking into my
mouth, his tongue a sultry, seductive promise that he can make good on his vow.
And while I do not wish anyone to own me again, I want what he offers in a way
that defies reason.

He nips
my lips and licks away the sweet ache, and somehow I feel that lick between my
thighs where I am already wet and aching. His whiskers rasp on my cheek, down
my neck to my shoulder, a wicked burn that is torment and pleasure at the same
time. Like he is. His hands settle on my waist, lingering there, teasing me
with all the places they could go, until finally he is caressing my body, up
and down, a slow, sexy, torturous exploration.

He
pinches my nipples again and he is not gentle, but I do not seem to want
gentle. My sex clenches and my knees crush his hips. His lips curve to a small,
satisfied smile that is wickedly sexy, and rawly male. He leans in and licks
one of my throbbing nipples, sending a shiver down my spine, and I arch upward,
the table biting into my elbows, but I do not care. He is sucking me, dragging
deep on the knotted peak, and pleasure tingles through my nerve endings, my
sex, forcing my legs to squeeze his hips again.

My arms tremble
with my weight and he responds without me asking, moving closer and laying me
on top of the table. My spine flattens on the hard surface and he lingers above
me. “I want more.”

“More
what?”

“Everything,”
he says, his lips nuzzling my ear as he repeats, “Everything, Ella. Can I have
it?”

The
question affects me, but not as much as the way he waits, genuinely seeking my
approval. He takes power but somehow gives it to me as well, and this is
freedom to me, safety. Things I do not think I have often felt in my life.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”

He
inhales as if my approval surprises and pleases him, as if it is a gift he
relishes, not a property he owns. And it is then that I give myself the freedom
to just let go, the muscles in my body easing in ways they hadn’t before. I do
give him everything. His mouth caresses mine and he whispers, “That’s what I
wanted,” as if he knows I’ve made that decision.

And
already his lips are traveling down my neck, tongue flicking here and there,
his hand caressing, squeezing my breast. He assaults my senses with pleasure,
touching me, kissing me, driving away my memories and enemies. His whiskers
rasp my belly, his lips pressing to the center, his tongue flickering into my
navel, and I tremble with the silent promise it will soon be where I want it to
be. His hand flattens over my sex, inches lower until he is flicking my clit,
back and forth, back and forth.

He lifts
my legs to his shoulders, spreading me wide, and I am vulnerably his, and
aroused beyond belief. He lowers his head, his breath a warm tease on my
sensitive places, and I grip the edge of the table, bracing myself for what is
to come. He laps at my nub, the barely there touch, and I am breathing hard,
wishing I could touch him, incapable of moving, and the muscles of my sex
clench so tightly it hurts.

He licks
my clit and I am both relieved and on edge in the same moment, ready for more,
for that everything he has promised me. Another lick follows. Yes, please,
more, I think, and as if he’s heard my silent plea, he gives it to me. His
hands slide beneath my backside and he lifts me to his mouth, and it is nothing
shy of sweet bliss when his mouth closes down around me. He sucks, drawing
deeply on my sensitive flesh, lapping at me, licking me again in all the right
ways and right places. I am panting and moaning, and I barely recognize the
sounds as my own. Sensations ripple through me and when his fingers slide
inside me, I am undone, tumbling into orgasm. The intensity jerks my body and I
lose all time and space. It’s escape, sweet, blissful escape, and he keeps me
there, slowly bringing me down, the licks of his tongue growing softer, slower.
Until I am sated, limp, and he pulls me back onto his lap, my head resting on
his shoulder, his hand flattening between my shoulder blades.

“Everything
or nothing,” he whispers, and this time, I do not believe he is talking about
orgasms and pleasure.

I lean
back to look at him, and the idea of what we are becoming is a sweet seduction,
threatened by the emptiness of my past. “What if everything is too much?”

He drags
two fingers down my cheek. “Sweetheart, I don’t have a ceiling. We’re going to
find out if you do.”

For more information about Lisa's CARELESS WHISPERS series
and to read chapters one and two of DENIAL visit her website at:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT
SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for
cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of
Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times
and USA Today lists.

Since
beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books
translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles
with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or
Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to
publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many
times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine.
In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur
Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You
can reach her at on her website and she is active on twitter and facebook
daily.